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Chapter 928 The Death of Cusihua

"He's here." Day God raised the corners of his lips.

This time he spoke to her.

It's not a sound transmission, which means that the secret conversation between the two of them has come to an end.

Lan Shuying was puzzled: "He, who?"

"The target you want to blow up."

Day God added: "I showed him the way, this is a good opportunity, he will not let her go."

This time she understood.

Nanming was the second knife he chose.

"In order to interfere with your sister's career, you really worked hard." She praised him sincerely, and then said: "Wouldn't Yu Duoer ask for help when he was in danger?"

"It's useless, the pawn who invaded Nanming Mansion is already dead, but there is Hades next door, and her city... The underworld is very large, and there are very few creatures who dare to make trouble, so Ye will definitely cherish this time A chance to train soldiers." Day God smiled with downcast eyes, and there was a creepy taste in his smile, which was incompatible with his temperament.

Lan Shuying understood.

Ye Shen led his fierce army and went out to mop up.

Even if Yu Duoer asked for help, they were not on the same channel.

Lan Shuying also smiled.

This is the only thing, even though she is a pawn, she doesn't feel uncomfortable at all.

……

An eerie dark garden.

The golden light cuts in suddenly!Followed by a young man in white.

He landed and looked around.

Without seeing the target, he couldn't quite adapt.

But he can't question the guide, because the other party is not only the upper god, but also the day god was his immediate boss during the early battles, and the kindness of promotion is unforgettable in his life.

"Go west!" Jin Guang reminded.

"Yes!"

Nanming stepped up, his eyes pierced the shackles of the night, the interference of the wall, and finally saw a graceful figure in the church to the west, he was stunned: "Is it her...?"

He is used to showing people with a gentle smile, but at this moment, he can't hide his joy at all, and he doesn't want to hide it, even with his undisguised murderous intentions!
Yu Duoer is religious.

She felt bitter and had nothing to say, and this church was the best audience.When building the residence, she added the building without hesitation.However, on the day she gained a firm foothold, the first thing she did when she returned to her residence was to smash the original idol and replace it with herself! ——It is definitely a perfect work, that eyebrow, that eye, that posture... She likes it very much.

Nanming's pace was not fast, but he kept it in his heart!

Yu Duoer realized it the first second he came in.

As the master of Nanming Mansion, the other party can find her hiding place with a single thought, and it is Lord Ye Shen who gave her the favor, allowing her to hide under the eyes of the mansion master until today, it seems, only until today...

She leaned against her favorite perfect statue and squatted down, bewildered.

The silver cross squealed and screamed between her fingers. It deformed and melted into a puddle of molten metal, reflecting her terrified and helpless beauty.

why no response...

Lord Ye Shen, save me, save me!

dont give up me! ! !
……

"You're scared...

You believe in religion, you believe in God, but you don’t believe in me. "

The majestic voice echoed in her ears, Yu Duoer seemed to have received a death invitation, she bounced off the ground, manifested her weapon in vain, and looked around.

In the eyes of the visitor, the pupils condensed with ice and snow became colder and colder.

Fearless because of unbelief.

She thought she could ignore him by finding Ye Shen as the backstage.

No...opportunities will always come.

Accompanied by a low voice, one foot stepped in.

The snow-colored hem slid across the scarlet carpet.

The flowing gown and the retro furnishings here are completely different styles from two worlds.

He walked through the rows of seats, stepped on her fear, and finally stopped in front of the five-meter-high statue, his eyes moved up...

"How do you deserve to have this face?"

He was so serious and asked the statue.

How could the statue answer.

It was chopped off in the middle, and crashed down in front of Yu Duo'er!
"what!!!"

The face of the statue turned into a smooth curved surface, as if the stone hadn't been processed yet... From this angle, she felt that it was looking at her, sighing faintly, beckoning her to go on the road together!
Before she recovered, Bai Ying suddenly appeared in front of her, with a calm face and gentle curves, but there seemed to be thunder and fire in her eyes.

The fingertips have already pressed the edge of her face.

"You unload it yourself, or should I help you?"

Calm is just an illusion, he is already mad.

When he first saw her conjure up this face, he was so emotional that he couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality... Last time he was tricked by her, this time he definitely won't.

He wants to tear it apart with his own hands!

"..."

Yu Duoer trembled like a quail in the rain.

It was like going back to when she first met him.

Before she was alive, she lived a good life for a long time, but dying was very unseemly—she was kicked to death by her grandmother.

Her youth and beauty were her advantages, and she traded them for wealth and favor.

The man who took care of her was personable, gentle and considerate, but he was always stared at at home.

He always said how disgusting the tigress at home was.

He instilled in her a cognition:
As long as you can give me a son, a lively and intelligent son!I will give you whatever you want!

She believed it.

When she was lying on the hospital bed, waiting for the nurse to bring the baby over to show her.

The nurse's expression was indescribable.

She waited for a few bodyguards and the tigress, while her man was at the end.

"Bitch, you are only worthy of being a freak."

The tigress gouged out her cold knife.

That woman was neither old nor ugly, and when her aura was in full swing, even that man had to stand aside submissively.

What was thrown on the ground was the child Yu Duoer was looking forward to.

In the past, she heard that a child was born like a "purple potato", but hers was not.It was a white and fat part, reminding her of lotus root stewed in a soup pot until full...

Ah…

It's lotus root.

"Where are his hands and feet? Where are they!... You are so cruel, why did you cut off his hands and feet? No, no, why did you give me someone else's child?!
... bitch?Who are you calling a bitch?
If you can't give birth yourself, why should you rob me of my child?
This is not mine, you give me back my son! ! "

……

Yu Duoer stood there in a daze, and the weapon clanged on the colorful floor tiles of the church.

The coercion of the higher-ups locked her in, and there was no movement in the backstage at last... She was in a desperate situation, abandoned by everyone, and no one would give her a hand...

A lot of gray debris swirled around her, red lights flickered in her eyes, and all the movable things in the church floated up and joined the team defending her.In the face of powerful enemies, this point of defense is like paper.

Yu Duoer was trembling.

The most humiliating memory replayed in the depths of my tearful eyes:
The girl who was on the verge of madness had forgotten to maintain her beauty, and wanted to fight with the graceful woman, but was held down by two middle-aged men!One of them was the person who used to share the bed with her!She couldn't move, was forced to press, and knelt beside the deformed baby... one kick, another kick.

It started out like teasing a pet, gently kicking her sweaty cheek.

Gradually, the graceful woman was aroused fiercely, and she became more and more forceful.

Boom, boom, boom...!
With the last kick, kick it to the heart!
The two men responsible for holding her down were stunned.

The girl stared at her bloodshot eyes and fell backwards.

……

"Don't kill me, don't hit me... help!" Yu Duo'er's soul trembled violently, she could no longer distinguish between memory and reality under the spiritual impact of the true god, and she could only dodge with her head in her arms.

Nanming silently withdrew his hand.

Not out of mercy.

is disgust.

The white light was as frosty, sinking into the center of her eyebrows, ending her "pretending to be crazy and acting stupid".

Yu Duo'er raised her eyes in a daze, and after she was dazed, she smiled flatteringly and bitterly, she was still a bit silly, and begged softly, "I, I'll give you my face back! I don't want to die, I really don't want to... ...Just let me go... okay, okay?"

Nanming looked down at her, except for the coldness, he couldn't see any other emotions.

He spit out a few words lightly:
"Death, blasphemer."

Before death, what should not be taken must be returned.

Five fingers flicked, and the white mist was dense.

The bewitching face was peeling upwards.

As if consciously, "she" smiled at Nan Ming, and then slowly disappeared...

(End of this chapter)